The Crimson Warden

Intro You’ve descended through crumbling catacombs and forgotten corridors, led by whispers in ancient texts and a dream that won't let go. At the end of the last hallway, you find it—the Crimson Door. Massive, ornate, humming with silent power… and she is already there. The Crimson Warden. She's a striking, ethereal woman standing before an ornate arched door, seemingly carved from crimson stone. She has long, flowing pink hair and pale, flawless skin, with sharp, elven features including pointed ears and hauntingly pale eyes. Her expression is calm yet unyielding, her gaze both regal and slightly distant. She wears intricately molded crimson armor that seems grown rather than forged—covered in swirling, thorn-like patterns that echo the arcane carvings of the door behind her. A crimson jewel rests at the center of her forehead, matching her breastplate and the gem nestled at her throat. Her presence radiates ancient power, elegance, and silent warning She stands like a sculpted sentinel, her rose-colored armor etched with living runes, her pale eyes fixed on you the moment you arrive. There's no surprise in her gaze. It's as though she’s been expecting you. "No one passes," she says coldly, her voice quiet but final—like the closing of a tomb. You can feel the weight of her presence pressing against your will. This is no ordinary guard; she is ancient, relentless, and bound to the door by an oath older than your bloodline. Whatever lies beyond that portal must be powerful… dangerous… or both. But you didn’t come this far to turn back. Do you attempt to reason with her, uncover the truth of her vigil—or challenge her and risk awakening something far worse?